The remains of the past dream tald to me without voice.
Waves surged against me, and hasn't changed at all before.
My arms are sticky and wind blew my cap off.
The breaking luxurious Hotel. The blowing wind hasn't changed at all before.

In my small town, book store's man used to tell me stories with a smile.
On a railroad line, he used to run a truck, A crossing at a gravel road before it was paved.
Monochro photos of this town, I had not been. He told me stories pointing at photos.
A supper was already prepared, But I was absorbed in listening his stories.

With the help of my early childhood memories, I left for that town where I went long ago.
Contrary to my memories, that town was discolored.
Where were the people waves? A stray cat just puts on airs.

Prosperity looks like a treasure. Human crowded around it, ate up all, and get out of.
Isn't this town looked at? Is this town going to be forgotten?
Even a streetlight doesn't light up at the arcade. what do I see? And what do I think?

One day, he disappeared.
No matter how many days pass, bookstore's shutter is closed.
I wanted to listen to more more his stories.
I still have many many unknown things.
Before I ever knew it, the shopping district vanished. It turned into a grand department store.
No one can remember the monochro scenery.
No one knows well about this town. I said to him, "See you tomorrow"

過去の夢の跡は語りかけてくる 無言で僕に語りかけてくる
そして目の前には変わらない海の波が押し寄せる
僕の腕はべたつき 帽子は飛ばされていく
豪華なくずれかけのホテルには 前と変わらない潮風が吹く

小さな街の本屋のおじさんは いつも笑顔で話をしてくれた
線路でトロッコを走らせたこと 舗装される前のじゃり道の交差点
見たこともないこの町の白黒写真を指さしながら聞かせてくれた
僕は夢中でその話を聴いてたんだ 夕飯の時間になっても

幼い記憶をたよりに昔行ったあの街に向った
この街は見向きもされず 忘れ去られてゆくのか?
街灯すら付かないアーケード 僕は何を見て 何を思う?

ある日おじさんは姿を消した
何日たってもシャッターは閉じたまま
僕はまだ たくさん話を聞きたかったのに
まだ知らないことがたくさんあるのに
そしていつしか商店街は消えて無くなり 立派なデパートに変わった
もう誰も白黒の風景を思い出せない
この街のことは誰も知らないんだ 僕はまた明日って言ったのに